Another realization of mine from today. How do I know this? Simple things.
It basically means I cannot deal with a higher amount of pain. I don’t handle pain well.
People seem to confuse this with getting injured or hurt. Low pain tolerance doesn’t have anything to do with how often you get physically hurt and it doesn’t mean you get hurt easier. It just means that when you do get hurt or feel pain, the actual pain is worse.
We’re not talking falling on your knees and feeling like you’re going to pass out if you fall off your bike and scratch off a good patch of skin worse. Or maybe it is. I haven’t done much researcher on it but I believe there are different levels for everyone.
My level I would say is quite different from what I already know. I have never had any true injuries other than;
Skipping a step going down the stairs and falling on your knees and catching myself on the ground with my hands, falling off my bike, cutting myself in various different ways and with various things, breaking a tooth (which once happened by smart me, wanting to show off to the other kids in the park how I can stand on a swing and swing myself until I lost control, my hands slipped and I fell on my face LOL. It wasn’t funny then… I was covered in blood) and etc.
I did though have a kitchenette unlink itself from the wall right on my head. But that wasn’t an injury because the edges didn’t hit me. The center of the kichenette hit the center of my head so it just kind of smashed me a bit down. Thankfully mom was there to hold it from completely smashing me down because it would have. My head did hurt but I was just dizzy. Everything was fineeeee. I turned out great! 😉
I’ve given this thought ever since maybe a year ago when I wanted to start
- Plucking my eyebrows.
I had pretty bushy eyebrows and everyone in my class had done it years on end and I felt like off the like bushy freak.
Don’t ever think like that girls. It’s not anything special,nor does it mean anything. It’s hair. ._.
Anyhow, I let my mom do it and the first time was fine but I was sitting down. Every other time she would do it, because I didn’t dare let myself after such a short time, we would stand by the window because sunlight is far better lighting.
You’d think simple eyebrow plucking sure would “hurt”, more accurately sting once in awhile but for me, it caused chaos.
Whenever I would stand and she did it, I’d get sick to my stomach and dizzy. Nauseous non stop. Every pluck that hurt made me feel lightheaded and heavy on my legs. I swear I could see stars around my head flying in circles!
But seriously, it would be bad and I’d have to take a break until I catch some breath. It still goes on like that.
Another reason that occurred today.
I haven’t worn earrings ever since I was 10 maybe and of course, only ONE of my holes closed. The hole on my right ear. And what’s weird, you can insert an earring, you just can go through. The back hole of my ear closed, the front is fine. Is that weird?
I have been wanting to pierce it again for awhile now but I am too lazy to get it pierced by a gun, plus I’m kind off scared off it.
Everyone in my mom’s family got their ears pierced when they were very very little, like babies with needles. Sterilized needles and hydrogen. Smart me, decided for that. Why? Don’t ask me. >.<
Sure I was scared and anxious but I trust my grandma with a needle. My mom is too shaky and she loses will too easily. Plus my grandma sows all her life, she has a steady and patient hand.
Because my right ear is already pierced, they told me it won’t hurt as much… And it did but not a lot. But it caught me by surprise and it did hurt me. It was painful but at the same time not. It was FAST. It hurt but it ended very quickly. My stomach still turned. Truly, I was scared but I got relaxed.
We left the needle in for awhile and as soon as we took it out, we tried to insert my medicine earrings (that you normally get when you get your ears pierced). We were also standing by the window for sunlight.
That hurt AF.
I got so scared in the moment because it literally hurt like someone tried to cut my ear off slowly. It STUNG bad but it didn’t go through. There were some complications. Now, because I “survived” that first wave, my body knew what was coming with the second try and it prepared itself. My grandma tried to be more gentle and while that part didn’t hurt,trying and touching around, I was still expecting an even bigger wave of pain.
Knowing that, I literally, I am not joking, I started feeling like I was going to vomit. I felt so lightheaded, feeling in my legs were gone and I needed to sit down. I took a 5 minute breather, but as soon as I got up and my grandma approached me with the earring, my body said NOPE!
I started seeing spots and the world twisted and I was out. I fainted there.
And my mom confirmed that I do have a low pain tolerance. It really sucks but I found a loop hole for me.
When I sit down, I’m absolutely fine, regarding the nauseousness, dizziness and all body emotions. I feel the pain more then but if I know it’ll be quick, it’s all good. 🙂
I DID however get the motherfucker IN…after a lot of struggle and complications.
Does anyone else have these types of problems?